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posted by Lore_Master
Our hero fell to his knee's "Wha....what....no all my work and research.....gone!" he said as he clutched his chest gasping for air, as day turned to night he sat there with an empty feeling eating him from the inside, he looked up at the star's "Why me why do.... why the fuck does this happen to me!!!" the hero yelled as he started pounding the ground violently, his whole body filled with rage and sadness knowing all of his work was just wasted he began to shed tear's it seemed the more he hit the ground the further it plunged him into dark thought's soon thinking of resorting to evil necromancy "What if I....." he thought to himself as he headed toward's the graveyard. The hero made his way toward's the graveyard he felt his soul slowly dissapearing as if he had completely fallen victim to the dark art's, reaching the graveyard he noticed a pair of bright yellow eye's stareing at him from the tree's "I know what you're about to do necromancer..... I suggest fleeing before you're soul is forever lost." said the beast slowly makeing it's way down from the tree "Oh yea? what are you going to do you mangy mut!" said the hero with great anger as he kept walking knowing that the beast would strike him down if he got any closer "Why you!" the beast yelled as he charged the hero but sunddenly stopped in his tracks seeing the symbol on his hand "No it can't be..." the beast backed away retreating into the tree's from whence it came, the hero was surprised and confused "Why didn't he kill me why he had the chance...?" he thought to himself as he entered the graveyard. Upon entering the graveyard dark ground 's the hero looked around at the grave's but one cought his eye "Hmm.... Mother." he slowly reached down a touched the grave "Please forgive me..." he said as he began digging her up... it took him a couple minutes to completely dig the coffin up as he gazed at her coffin a cold chill ran down his spine knowing his soul and mind was completely lost in dakrness, he opened the coffin stareing at his mother's bone's he thought to himself should he continue with what he was about to do and if he progressed any further he would turn into a monster.... the seal started to glow on the back of his hand he felt the urge to consume he couldn't fight it, he began tp snap his mother's bone's like twig's.... then he started sucking out the marrow staright out of the bone's themself! He could feel the dark power's engulfing his body, and a unbareable pain emergeing from his spine he could feel his bone's transforming as the darkness took control of his body. the hero began to feel light headed as he swayed back and forth feeling his morality being drained he couldn't hold himself any more he fell into the coffin blacking out once more. As the hero awoke he had a odd smell about he sniffed himself as his nostrells flared he could smell sulfer on him, he got up looking around he had a strange feeling as if someone was watching him, it was quiet to queit "what's this odd feeling I'm getting?" he pondered as he got up out of the coffin, he looked at the back of his hand he noticed it had a spike at the top of it knowing it wasn't there before it troubled him, a cracking noise broke the deep silence and a sharp pain was comeing from his back side "AHHH!!!" the hero yelled in agony as two black wings ripped their way from his back stretching and expanding, he could tell he was no longer human all of his morality was drained and his eyes completely engulfed by darkness, he couldn't remember anything about his past every little thing he thought he knew was gone "Wh...who am I?" he said to himself as he stared into a pool of water seeing his reaflection stareing back at him.
i was a normal 18 year old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( more like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i said " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he said " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he said " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
The snow is falling on this cold blistery afternoon.
    Just up ahead, in the clearing I could see a young woman gloriously and delicately skating. Skating, as if she had skated her entire life.
Suddenly, I began remembering an adventure that seemed so many moons ago.
Beyond the horizon I could see myself walking briskly toward the solid, cold ice that kept me frozen in silence.
I could hear the ice crackling, like popcorn being popped, beneath my shaking feet.
As I adventured onto to the ice, I felt a cold chill creep up my back that seemingly felt like a warning sign to...
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posted by gossipgirlxoxo
He smirked. “Hello Sadie” he sang, I closed my eyes and then opened them again, hoping I was going blind. I heard footsteps behind me and then a loud scoff. “What’re you doing here?” Ethan asked, I opened my mouth to answer for Adam but was interrupted. “I came here to see Sadie” he said, I sighed. Ethan looked to me and gave me a look, one I noticed he used to give to me when we were kids and I had stolen his toy. “Is this true did you ask him to come?” Ethan asked me, I shrugged. “I don’t think so” I told him, I heard Adam laugh. “I’m so glad this amuses you!”...
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posted by BiteMeCullen107
I’m finally on my own, alone. I just turned eighteen a couple of months ago and I got a job offer in Los Angeles California. I’ve been writing since I could write and when I reached junior high I joined the new paper and I did the same in high school and in my second year of high school I was offered a job as a reported for the Salem New Hampshire news paper and I accepted. My job threw the years had grown and now that I’m done high school I can take the job offer.
    Ya my parents were pissed when the found out I wasn’t going to collage but if you think about it...
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"Okay Starr your message has been put through. The council and your parents will get it in time when you get back," Whitney says on the phone.
I sigh in relief "That's good. Thanks whitney. By the way how do you like your new job? Councilman and messenger!" I gush
Whitney has been my friend since forever when we both finished college eight months ago we both got different jobs. I work as a time traveller recording things from the past.
"It's great Starr! I get paid a lot. How bout you?" she asks
"Well going back is great but some of the people back then are annoying. Well I got to get to...
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Alex's hunter had a name. Only one person knew his name and that was his ex wife. He was utterly baffled that Alex wouldn't crack where his family was. This was going to be hard.
Just then the door opened revealing his ex wife Melinda and his daughter Melanie. Alex's hunter felt his anger rise up into his head
"Crap Melinda why can't you bring her next year?" he roared raising his fists
Melinda became furious. He knew she would be coming! "Jerry calm yourself. It's your winter to take care of Melanie. You don't want to talk to my lawyer again do you?" She asked eying him like she trapped him...
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We finally stopped when we reached the lake at the back of Ferntree Collage. My body was aching I hadn't run that much in so long and gosh this bag is heavy.
"I don't know if he saw us, we might not have ran far enough. So keep quiet and rest." Amber whispered
My sides ached as I breathed, but I needed to know who we were running from. Even if it killed me.
"Who...did...we...escape from?" I managed to say, though I'm surprised she heard it.
"It was Brent. I saw him coming and he looked angry"
The aching seemed to disappear as I sat up and stared into Amber's eyes.
"It was Brent?!" I whispered more...
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The picture on Linda's bed side table stared at her and she had had enough. Moving quickly she pulled her covers off and was slipping her feet into her runners.
Wearing the same thing she went to bed in, black tracksuits, a white long sleeve top and a puma jumper, Linda left the house and made her way to the old hospital on foot.
The night was dark and shadows seemed to be following her every footsteps. The lights from the street lamp didn't do much, only illuminating one circle making each imagined shadow larger.
She had made it through two streets and one alley way but the constant thought...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Here are some more texts from people.
1.Writing and then sending a funny e-mail or text message to my friends.And of course,imagining their faces when they read it.

2.I really like driving at night when there's no traffic,listening to my favourite music.I feel completely free.

3.Staying in bed on Sunday morning and reading the newspaper.Then getting up very late and having my dog for a walk.

4.I enjoy going to the jym and really getting tired then taking a long hot shower followed by a nice hot cup of tea.There's nothing better.

5.Turning off my computer at the end of the day.Leaving work,and getting into my car to go home!It's the best moment of the day.I love it!
Emmanuel Ray, winner of Fashions Finest’s Fashion Icon of the Year award (2011), has been asked to officially open Gibraltar Fashion Week commencing on 19th April 2012.
Emmanuel will meet with fashion designers, press and a selection of important members of the Gibraltarian government.
Reene Weston, designer and organiser had the following to say about why she chose Emmanuel to officially open the event.
“Some people have to be taught to be fashionable…Emmanuel Ray was born fashionable. Gibraltar is about real people and real lives. Emmanuel Ray mirrors that!”
This exciting new event has...
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posted by lama2426
Dialogue: so this movie is based on Zagr and Dagr. Zim and Gaz just had sex on zim's couch, Then dib and gir just had sex on the floor. But Dib is madly in love with Zim. oh almost forgot this is the day the armada comes but the risisty has something to do to the irkens. Hope you enjoy!
After a long night "doing it" with gir, Dib woke up, right after he woke up he noticed zim naked BELOW Gaz, when he flipped over Gaz he almost barfed, but when he flipped over zim, he got a boner. After that he went back to sleep by gir. An hour later Gaz woke up but ONLY put on her tights, when she walked out...
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Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned...
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Chapter Two

James flopped down next to Sirius with a sigh. ”For Merlin's sake, how does she do it?”
After six years, the Marauders knew not to interrupt when James started going on and on (and on) about Lily. “I mean, I didn't think it was possible for her to be more attractive than she was last year – remember last year?” The Marauders nodded. “Yeah, well, Merlin knows it's about twice that now. I mean, she's just kind of grown into herself a little, yeah? And – and – I could go on all day –“
“Please don't, mate,” Sirius said, effectively stopping James' rant. The not...
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(The Chipettes went out of class to the bus stop)

Brittany:You know what?I think we'll go to school by car tomorrow.

Jeanette:Sure.We can take the black car.

(At their house)

Eleanor:Home Sweet Home.

Jeanette:It's already 6:00.We should make dinner with mac and cheese.

Brittany:Cool.And I'll make milkshakes.I'll make vanilla,choclate and strawberry.

Jeanette:Dinner is served.

Eleanor:Wow,Jeanette!Your mac and cheese is awesome!!!And you Brittany,you make the best milkshakes!

Brittany and Jeanette:Thanks.And you make the best pastries ,cakes and cookies.

Eleanor:Thanks.I'll always help my girls.

(At 9:00)...
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I could hear the noise droning softly in the nearby forest. A gurgling muffled cry that was slowly receding, becoming fainter. Usually I would ignore such sounds, but the desperate plea imbedded in the cries was enough to make me turn and listen, like some creature was calling me. Weird when I put it like that but that’s exactly what went through my mind when the first cry sounded, a blistering screeching scream.
I stumbled through the over growth, frantically trying to find the source of the sound before it faded with the gentle whisper of the wind. The forest around me was darkening quickly,...
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Have you been pining for a show in which beautiful, young sisters bitch about each other and look for ways to knife each other in the back? If you answered yes to either question, then the sisters is for you.

Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.

I sat there quietly listening to the sobs of an unfamiliar voice. “You can’t do that!” The woman’s voice screeched, and then there was a slight chuckle, almost as if the sobbing was amusing to the person. “Oh yes I can, and I just have” The voice who I now knew was young man’s voice. I looked back down...
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